I am very grateful for the recommendation of the demon in Longkong, and I am very grateful for the support of the book friends, thank you~ …… When the Copperbeard Dwarf saw Diego and Masrae, he was visibly frightened.
"How did you guys get back?
It's not safe here!
The Copperbeard Dwarf glanced back in the direction of the Black Iron Overseer, and it seemed that the man hadn't noticed what was going on here.
"Can I trust you, dwarf?"
Diego was serious, and he lifted the cloak on his head a bit so that the brass-bearded dwarf could see his eyes.
"Lieutenant Tarnock Frosthammer of the Nineteenth Squadron of the Dwarven Mountain Rangers of Ironforge salutes you!"
The Copperbeard Dwarf said with a resolute face, and there was a categorical taste in his voice, "Kaz is above, you can trust me as much as you trust any strong Copperbeard!"
"As far as I know, there are thirty people in a squadron of mountain rangers, what about the rest of you?"
Diego was a little surprised.
"After the battle of Cast Iron Peak, all the survivors of the 19th Squadron are already in front of you!"
The dwarf said sadly, but he quickly picked himself up again, "But I can do the work of the entire squadron, please give orders, Your Excellency."
He apparently mistook the two men for spies sent by the Alliance on a mission, and was happy to help them.
"I'm so sorry to mention your misfortune."
Diego was sorry, but he didn't explain too much.
"No, you don't have to be sorry, if I hadn't been knocked unconscious, I would never have lived alone!"
The dwarf seemed to say unintentionally, but Diego knew that the proud dwarf was explaining it euphemistically, because for the brave and almost reckless dwarf, being captured was a shame that could never be accepted, and Diego guessed that if it weren't for the doctrine of the god of forgery that suicide was not allowed, the dwarf would not have washed away the shame with death.
"Salute to you, you are a true warrior."
Diego was in awe.
The Dwarven Rangers are an army with a glorious history, whether it is in the first and second human~beast wars or in the battles against the Scourge Legion and the Burning Legion, the Dwarven Musketeers always appear in the fiercest battles, they are as sharp as steel, as tenacious as stone, and they are an army that any commander is happy to command.
"We need your help, Lieutenant Frosthammer, to get these poor enslaved people out of this dark place."
Diego pleaded sincerely, and the brassbearded dwarf's eyes lit up, "You know, it's impossible for the two of us to do it alone, it's a difficult task. ” "Do what I can, Your Excellency!
I swear in the name of the Frosthammer family that in the witness of the Dwarven Father, I will help you with everything I have, if you need my life, just take it.
"The dwarf is like a burning torch, eager to give his light and heat.
"I'm not going to take your life, it's far more valuable than you think it is," Diego smiled, a real copper whisker to admire, "on the contrary, I'm going to give you this." ” Diego pulled the dwarven musket from the demon's backpack that Jack Rockleg had given him, much to the surprise of the Copperbeard Dwarf, who was curious about how such a long musket fit into that backpack, but he also knew that now was not the time to dwell on this, so he quickly took the musket.
"Will it work?"
Diego asked, there was a slight difference between the black iron musket and the dwarven musket "Yes, we've fought with the Black Iron Dwarf more than once, and we've captured some of these guns."
Tanok Frosthammer expertly lifted the hammer and checked the bolt.
That's good, Diego took out a few boxes of ammunition and some brass fire caps from his bag, and handed them over, "Remember, shoot three shots to cool down." ” The dwarf took them with some surprise, and then heartily hid them under the rubble, and miraculously, while doing all this, he was still using his other hand to wield a pickaxe, making a clanging digging sound on the rock wall.
After doing all this, Tanok Frosthammer pushed the minecart full of stones and headed towards the beneficiation machinery in the middle of the mine.
"I have to go over, I haven't sent a cart of ore for too long, and if I don't go, the overseer will be suspicious."
As he left, he explained in a low voice.
Diego and Masrae had to wait patiently for him to return.
Time seemed unusually long in this wait, but Tannok didn't keep them waiting too long.
After about a quarter of an hour, the dwarves reappeared in their field of vision.
In fact, if it weren't for the fact that there was too much gravel and slag scattered in the mine, this time would have been much shorter.
When the dwarf reached the dark shadows, the Night Elf couldn't wait to speak, "I'll talk to you about our plan, our plan is ......"
He turned and looked at Diego, "Hey, man, what's our plan?"
” Diego gave him a helpless look, then thought for a moment, "We'll get up to it later, kill their commander, the foreman Mattorius, and then, when we send out the code, you're going to cause some chaos down there, and we'll go out at the same time to free as many slaves as possible." ” It had to be, it was a flawed plan that didn't stand up to scrutiny, but it was the only thing Diego could come up with, and in fact, the more careful the plan, the less forgiving it was - without tacit cooperation, without precise command, any well-thought-out plan was just on paper.
"Do you have anything to add?"
Eventually, Diego turned to look at the Night Elves, who apparently didn't have any better ideas, and the Night Elf outliers preferred to do more than think about what to do.
As for the dwarves, he obviously didn't expect this plan to be very elaborate, he was concerned about whether he could cause problems for the Black Iron Dwarves, and his indomitable nature made him fed up with such walking dead days.
He couldn't wait to do something.
"What's the code?"
He asked with concern.
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"This ......," Masrae looked at Diego again.
"We're going to make a lot of noise, and you'll know when the time comes, it could be a loud roar, it could be an explosion, in short, you'll know."
That's all Diego can do, he hasn't figured out the plan yet.
"Shall we contact the gnolls slaves?"
The dwarf asked again, and as a former officer, he was to the point with every question.
"Still don't."
Diego hesitated for a moment and said, those gnolls are not trustworthy, in the eyes of these greedy and savage man-eating beasts, all races other than gnolls are potential food sources, whether they are black iron dwarves or copperbeard dwarves, they all have similar status in their hearts, and they don't care whether they are friends or foes.
"When the chaos arises, they will follow, the ability to fish in troubled waters is engraved in their bones, and these jackals will not let go of this good opportunity."
Diego added.
"That's right, that's what they are."
The Copperbeard Dwarf approves of the way.
"Alright, that's it, we've got to go up."
Diego said goodbye, giving him one last look at the dwarf, "Pray, man, may the forgers grant us good luck, that's what we need most right now!"
” "The Father of the Dwarves is watching us, Your Excellency!"
Tanok Frosthammer bent down slightly and replied.
The rest of the journey in the darkness was uneventful, and Diego and Masrae were soon back under the stone staircase again.
"I'll go up first, and you'll follow me."
Masrae whispered, and the figure of the panther began to become hazy, and in a few seconds, even the hazy shadow disappeared.
Although it had been more than two months since he had traveled into this world, it was still difficult for Diego to be surprised by the sight in front of him, but now was obviously not the time to admire, so he had to collect his mood and crawl along the side of the steps near the rock wall.
Truth be told, his stealth level was far from the druid's, though the glow of the lava shone from below, creating a narrow shadow in the corners between the rock walls of the stone steps.
But if you look closely, you can still see Diego's path in the shadows.
The chameleon cloak could change color, but it couldn't erase the shadow it left in the light.
Thankfully, no one had passed through the wide corridor until he climbed to the top of the stone steps and saw the wide passageway.
It is not dark in the corridor, there will be an iron ring inlaid on the stone wall every short distance, and the burning torch is inserted into the iron ring, which illuminates the corridor brightly.
Black Iron Dwarves have dark vision, but that doesn't mean they like to stay in the dark.
There was no one in the corridor at this moment, and Diego got up from the ground and crept forward.
On both sides of the corridor are rooms carved out of the rock wall.
However, at the moment, most of these rooms are closed, and the Black Iron Guards and Overseers who have been on shift should be resting inside.
He stopped at a door.
The wooden door was closed, and Diego didn't know if it was locked, he wasn't a thief, and he wasn't good at picking locks on sliding doors.
But just as he was hesitating to try his luck, the door on the opposite side suddenly opened, and a strong black iron dwarf stepped out of it with his pants in his hand.
"Who are you, and who allowed you to come here?"
He asked aloud that this was the barracks area, and that very few human slaves were allowed to come here.
But he didn't wait for the human to give an answer, because from the latter's sneaky posture, he had already judged the identity of the other party's intruder "You're dead, human!"
The black iron dwarf shouted and pounced.
Before Diego could react, the dwarf grabbed him by the waist and pushed him backwards.
A second later, Diego felt like he had hit something, but the imaginary collision didn't happen, and the two men flew into the air and fell to the ground - the door to the room was hidden.
Diego kicked violently, trying to break free from the black iron dwarf's grip, but he failed, and the dwarf clasped his thighs and continued to shout indistinctly, striking his head his stomach - Diego was glad that the dwarf was not armoured, otherwise the sharp spikes on the helmet alone would have been fatal.
He arched his knees as far as he could, bending over to avoid being bumped into his vulnerable part - a knock on that place was no joke.
The hand axe hanging from his waist was clamped tightly by the dwarf, and he couldn't pull it out, and after hitting the dwarf in the back of the head a few times with his fist, Diego gave up, the fist was too lethal.
He fumbled on the ground, intending to find something that would work.
He succeeded immediately, and with a wave of his right hand he touched a cold object, which was hard, the size of a large grapefruit, and had some edges, and he slammed it down without hesitation, and then a second time, he felt some kind of liquid splash out from below and fall on his face.
The black iron dwarf finally stopped screaming.
Just in case, he smashed it a few more times.
Then he stopped, and listened to the movement outside, but strangely, the fierce fight between him and the dwarf did not attract anyone's attention, and the corridor was silent, without any sound.
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Diego let out a long sigh of relief, then relaxed.
Although the silence is very eerie, it is much better than poking a hornet's nest.
He didn't care when he was nervous just now, but now that he was relaxed, Diego felt that his last strength had been exhausted, and he collapsed on the ground, breathing greedily, comfortably experiencing the wonderful feeling that life was still in his body.
"What a~~ exciting!"
He couldn't help but curse, and then laughed silently in the darkness.
After ten seconds, he stopped laughing, sat up from the floor, then took a bottle from his pocket and shook it, and a soft light immediately emanated from the bottle, illuminating the entire room.
This expensive elven artifact comes from distant Tedasil and is a must-have item for adventurers.
Diego was lucky enough to get one from the Furious Tooth Orcs.
This is indeed a room carved out of the stone wall.
The room was simply furnished, with a few beds along the walls, and to Diego's shock, there were still people lying on the beds, judging by the length of their bodies, these people should be dwarves.
But Diego didn't think that the dwarves were asleep, and that even the sleeping dragons should be woken up by their movements.
He drew his axe and walked over with a hunched heart.
By the light of the vial, he saw the black iron dwarves lying on their beds with pale faces, a huge cut on their throats, and it was clear that they were dead—a mortal wound of this magnitude that even a troll could not recover.
The sweet smell of blood filled the air, and Diego touched the foreheads of the corpses, which were still warm, and it seemed that all this should have been done by the Night Elves.
The dwarf he had just run into might have been a lucky fish that slipped through the net "The hands and feet are quite sharp, no wonder the fight just now didn't alarm the dwarves."
Diego sighed in his heart, the ruthlessness of the Night Elves who believed in Elune at the moment made his scalp tingle.
"Big cat, you're finished!"
Just then, he heard a loud roar in a rough voice, followed by the sound of violent metal clashing.
Diego hurriedly rushed out of the door, and saw that about thirty or forty meters in front of him, at the innermost part of the corridor, a wooden door had been violently slammed open.
A black mass tumbled and tumbled out of the stone door.